key quest
There is an old saying that goes something like this:
For the party in the upper echelons of the Spire, dispatching their loved ones who waited so patiently, so excitedly for their arrival, this saying proves particularly true.
You bludgeon, you are bludgeoned.
You burn, you are burned.
You pierce a heart and your heart bleeds for it in return.
The group's friends and family die (again), their bodies falling and bleeding, their expressions as shocked and pained as if this were the first time they had been killed. Maybe it is. Maybe they were here all along. Maybe their death or disappearance was simply the realm's way of keeping them safe up here, until such a time as when they could be rescued.
Maybe.
You'll never know.
The way up is clear, and the group presses onward.
Another platform, but this one small, bare, simple. The air up here tastes like static, and light pulses from obsidian walls in white veins. Before the group stands an enormous archway - beyond it, blackness, as solid as any physical door.
But before that, the party is greeted by a child - a young boy with eyes as old and vibrant as one who has lived a truly ancient amount of time.
"Hello," he says, looking up at the group. "I understand you have made it this far, and I commend you for your determination. But what lies beyond cannot be allowed to roam free. The price is too steep."
He frowns at them. "But for you to have gotten here, I know you care not for prices, so I shall speak plain. If you wish to enter here, one of you must have faith and give your life for the rest to do so. I hope against hope that you turn back now, and think not your souls worth so little."
HP:
Ashetta: 51
Samuel: 26
Zariah: 29
There is no post order for this round - please discuss amongst yourselves to decide who will pay this price.
Only the character who decides to give their life need post.
You have 24 hours.
You get what you give.
For the party in the upper echelons of the Spire, dispatching their loved ones who waited so patiently, so excitedly for their arrival, this saying proves particularly true.
You bludgeon, you are bludgeoned.
You burn, you are burned.
You pierce a heart and your heart bleeds for it in return.
The group's friends and family die (again), their bodies falling and bleeding, their expressions as shocked and pained as if this were the first time they had been killed. Maybe it is. Maybe they were here all along. Maybe their death or disappearance was simply the realm's way of keeping them safe up here, until such a time as when they could be rescued.
Maybe.
You'll never know.
The way up is clear, and the group presses onward.
Another platform, but this one small, bare, simple. The air up here tastes like static, and light pulses from obsidian walls in white veins. Before the group stands an enormous archway - beyond it, blackness, as solid as any physical door.
But before that, the party is greeted by a child - a young boy with eyes as old and vibrant as one who has lived a truly ancient amount of time.
"Hello," he says, looking up at the group. "I understand you have made it this far, and I commend you for your determination. But what lies beyond cannot be allowed to roam free. The price is too steep."
He frowns at them. "But for you to have gotten here, I know you care not for prices, so I shall speak plain. If you wish to enter here, one of you must have faith and give your life for the rest to do so. I hope against hope that you turn back now, and think not your souls worth so little."
HP:
Ashetta: 51
Samuel: 26
Zariah: 29
There is no post order for this round - please discuss amongst yourselves to decide who will pay this price.
Only the character who decides to give their life need post.
You have 24 hours.
